I can live so well in such a way that when death comes, I'll have no problems with it and welcome it.
If I can just make sense out of existence and what that's all about, I'll be set with this non-suicide thing.
I don't care about the why of existence. I don't care why we're here, it's a moot point, we're here. Or at least I am, I don't know about you. I'm more concerned about the what of existence beyond molecules and atoms and matter. What is this eyeball? What is this step I walk? And it's not rhetorical. It's not even an answer I'm necessarily looking for.
